#plumboy

[yasosims]

Step into Vesper's holiday mischief - the bows, the lace, the wink. Unwrap the look, one detail at a time.

makeup & hair

hair (V1) | lashes (N6) | blush (retired) | eyeshadow (TSR) | eyeliner (TSR) | lipgloss | lipliner (Jodie)

outfit & accessories

bow top | lace undies (BG) | hat (Seasons) | gloves | shoes

[shadsasaur]

plumboy alert

[bunnywardcreations]

@thatsthat24 day: 7 Bucky Barnes as Mario kart player

[yasosims]

We open the new year with Zora Blaze, our red-haired beauty gracing the cover of the January issue.

Issue 883 sets the tone with a playful look and a gaze that doesn't ask for attention - it claims it. A cover made to warm up the cold start of the year, to romanticize the upcoming season, and to remind us why some faces stay with us longer than others.

As 2026 unfolds, Plumboy will also look back. Expect faces from earlier chapters, beloved cover models, and glimpses into past issues as we begin to share more of the story behind the magazine - the moments, the muses, and the legacy that shaped it.

Some things are new. Others were simply waiting to return.

And with that, we wish you a Happy New Year. Whether you play it safe or take the risk, question your aspirations or keep the same save file for a little longer:

Welcome to 2026. Hopefully, no cheats required.

[yasosims]

April steps in like someone who knows they're being watched - a little playful, a little too close, a hint of promise lingering in the air. The days grow longer, and so do the glances, and somewhere between the first dust of blossoms and sunlight that feels just a touch too warm, there's that quiet maybe.

Nothing is ever quite certain in April - except that this month, Daisy Lush graces the calendar, all roots and blooms.

[yasosims]

Start the new year on a slightly cheeky note with Alba posing for the Plumboy Calendar 2026.

This calendar series is part of my ongoing Plumboy project - a playful homage to classic pin-up calendars, reimagined through the Sims. Each month introduces a new model, each one a little bolder, a little more revealing than the last.

For a bit of fun (and because it felt right), I created two versions of each calendar page - one in English and one in Simlish.

This is just the beginning. I'd love to hear what you think, and I'm always happy to read suggestions or thoughts as the series unfolds.

[yasosims]

A boy from Windenburg. No grand street, no remarkable house. Just cobblestone, voices drifting from open windows, and people you knew by name. Barnaby grew up in a neighborhood that did not have much but was rarely empty. Time was shared there - sometimes bread, sometimes nothing more than a glance over the garden fence.

His world was small but dense. Faces lingered. Gestures, too. Perhaps that was what made him attentive so early on - this quiet way of observing, without knowing why.

On Christmas Eve, the living room felt warm. Not from abundance, but from closeness. A small decorated branch, a radio playing softly in the background, his parents' voices quieter than usual. Arthur and Eleanor sat beside one another, as they always did.

The gift was wrapped plainly. When Barnaby opened it, he held something in his hands that felt heavier than it looked. Metal, cool to the touch. A camera. Used. Noticeably old. And suddenly still.

No one said anything. Eleanor smiled. Arthur only nodded. Barnaby did not know what one did with it. But he knew that it could hold something in place.

His first photograph showed no subject. It showed home.

Arthur and Eleanor sat next to each other, just as they were. Unprepared, unposed. Barnaby held his breath as he pressed the shutter. The picture was not perfect. But it was true. And that was enough.

Many years lie between that evening and what followed. Barnaby grew up. The world grew larger.

Yet just as he stayed in the neighborhood where he had grown up, the camera stayed too. The houses grew older, faces more familiar; some disappeared, others remained - like him. He learned how things could change without truly vanishing. And he learned to look more closely.

It was a summer in Windenburg when he stopped in front of an old factory. Empty windows, dust in the air. A place no one wanted anymore.

Others saw a ruin. Barnaby saw more.